That's the title of an Israeli children's song. It means "Little Jonathan" and it been playing in my head ever since our friends visited last weekend. They made the long trip from Israel because Nirit, my childhood friend and distant cousin, works for a company in Israel that was recently purchased by 3M. What are the odds? She had a business retreat up North, and brought along her mother and son, Yonatan.
Yonatan is two days younger than Millie, and as sweet as can be. The kids got along fine for the most part, even though they didn't understand a word the other said. In spite of the cold (hey, welcome to Minnesota!) we carted them all over the Twin Cities, from the Mall of America, to the Como Zoo, to Target. And of course, Java Train.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
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